When bumper stickers become books

I have two rules in life: I never order the shrimp special and I never buy books written by former governors who would like to be president. So it's not really an ideological statement to say that I won't be standing in line tomorrow for a copy of "Going Rogue: An American Life." That Sarah Palin remains pretty easy on the eyes, but at this point I feel I know everything I want to know about her. Maybe a little more. In the parlance of our times, it's getting late in the day and it's time to move on, Sarah Palin-wise.

But every time such a book comes out, I always wonder: Who buys stuff like this? Who are these millions of people who immediately spring for the hardcover and propel it to the top of the New York Times nonfiction list?  What do they hope to learn from people like Newt Gingrich and Keith Olbermann and Glenn Beck and Al Gore and Kate Gosselin? Do they not know that if they just wait a few months, they can acquire these tomes, unopened, for about 50 cents a copy on yard-sale tables all over town? And that the insights thus obtained will therefore be priced just about right?

I don't know. At a time when nobody's buying good books, it sure seems there are a lot of people buying crappy ones. They buy them despite knowing in advance, through blogs and infinite talk shows, every essential point the book might contain. In Palin's case, we can probably reduce it to a paragraph: "I'm quite a bit smarter than I seemed just a year ago. McCain's people and the Mainstream Media screwed me over big time. I'm an ordinary person who would prefer to remain extraordinarily famous -- with my own talk show, say, or the presidency.  And 2012 is coming right up."

Then again, I haven't read the book. And won't. Being an ordinary person myself, I guess I don't find them all that fascinating.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Some of us are jealous because we didn't get to cash in on being her ghostwriter!

Not that I would want my name associated--directly or indirectly--with SP.

Stock
November 16, 2009 at 12:16 PM
Karen L said…
As liberal I find SP both laughable and scary. Laughable because of her obvious (to me) incompetence and hypocrisy. Scary because she's struck such a chord in some parts of this country, where women identify with her as one of their own who made good, and gives them a voice.

How can there be such two different Americas? It's like when my former husband and I had such different pictures of our marriage that we finally had to dissolve it.

I hope Americans can somehow reunite under the values of freedom, equality and justice that made us what we are today.

Thanks for letting me ramble. :)
December 10, 2009 at 1:40 PM
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